And now it looked like he would grow old in his job as prop manager forthe State Theater.A chill set over him and he turned up the small space heater ...that was theonly barrier between him and the cold brick walls of the prop room. Andwhen he twisted the knob he turned the space heater towards a nearbyshelf where it began to heat up an old bottle until, "POP" the cork flewout of the bottle and nearly took off Bob's head. He dove to the floorand looked up to find a bedraggled genie staring at him. “He is so different...”The two women were silent for a little while, and then I felt a cool hand on my face and opened my eyes. Judy was leaning over me, softly brushing the hair off my forehead. The gesture was at once so intimate and so caring that I smiled before I caught myself. Judy smiled too, and asked, “You fell asleep so quickly, I wanted to be sure you didn’t pass out from your head injury. But I guess you really aren’t all that damaged.“I am going to keep an eye on you. When we get. She had never done this, and didn’t know if she would do it right, but he had been helpful when he really didn’t have to be. Plus, she was feeling things she had not ever felt before. Once he was close enough, she undid his shorts and pulled out his nine inch cock. It was very thick, and very hard. Chloe was starting to doubt herself until she wrapped her hand around it, feeling its warmth and hardness. She slowly started stroking it, watching in amazement as the tip twitched slightly. It was. Eve collapsed in massive wordless agony."Why do you hate Blade?" Carol shouted. "Why don't you care anymore?"She rolled Eve, and Eve tried to roll away crying. Carol could not help herself but slapped Eve hard over the cheek with an open hand. "Answer me, dammit!" she shouted in frustration. The response she got surprised her greatly."Yes...yes mistress...I'll be good," Eve responded between her sobs. "She is a submissive," Carol realized. "Talk!" she demanded, shaking Eve. "She...she.